Your scent is something on which I feast.
only for you I am a fool.
Can't live without your blood, think of me a ghoul,
your laugh, it unleashes this inner beast.
Darling, I know I'm not a priest,
surely not wise, warm, you think I'm 'cruel'.
Seeing you like this makes me drool,
looking all pretty, deceased.
Laying on my ground, open throat,
dragging your body, singing this tune.
Dahmer would be so proud,
you hidden under my coat,
oh, you in that pretty dress in June,
I just wish you didn't scream that loud.